Like the rain, I have fallen for you [OPEN]
Who: Sissel and YOU!
When: Thursday afternoon/evening
Where: A random street corner near a subway stop, Sector 4.
Summary: Your character is almost in the wrong place at the wrong time; luckily Sissel happens to be in the right place at the right time.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Hurray! You almost just got whacked in the head but were saved by a mysterious twist of physics at the last second! If your character knows Sissel personally (via NV conversations) or is spiritually aware, they'll be able to detect him. If not, he'll make himself known some other way. Feel free to IM me if you have questions, I am aware I play the most confusing character ever.
A light rain was falling in the afternoon, just as most people were getting out of work and rushing home. Some carried umbrellas, some used newspapers to cover their heads and some just went without, hurrying for the shelter of awnings and subway stations.
It feels so familiar to watch them all rush by without a word. Nobody looks around... they're all in such a hurry to get where they're going that they don't even notice.
Their lives must be so busy... I wonder if I was like them?
Sissel was currently inhabiting a cardboard box full of discarded newspapers near a corner store. He'd been there for a few hours now, watching the people walking by and listening to the sound of water rushing through the gutters up above.
I guess I can't expect them to notice me now anyway, being a ghost and all.
I wish I could place this feeling. Being passed by and ignored... just sitting here, as much scenery as a box.
Though actually this box is... kind of nice. It feels almost cozy. It just feels right somehow. Like I was meant to sit in this box. And...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a metallic thud up above, where a three-foot section of the gutter had come loose. It tumbled down from its spot, bounced off the roof and headed directly for the sidewalk, and someone walking...
Uh oh!
Phasing out of time, Sissel jumped up from the box and traced a path to the hanging metal sign over the door to the shop. With as mighty a swing as he could muster, it popped up, knocking the gutter piece off to the side, where he tried to steer it in midair--
And it missed the pedestrian by less than an inch, hitting the sidewalk with a loud BANG.
Wow... Sissel mused, from inside the raingutter on the ground. Why do these things always seem to happen when I'm around?
When: Thursday afternoon/evening
Where: A random street corner near a subway stop, Sector 4.
Summary: Your character is almost in the wrong place at the wrong time; luckily Sissel happens to be in the right place at the right time.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Hurray! You almost just got whacked in the head but were saved by a mysterious twist of physics at the last second! If your character knows Sissel personally (via NV conversations) or is spiritually aware, they'll be able to detect him. If not, he'll make himself known some other way. Feel free to IM me if you have questions, I am aware I play the most confusing character ever.
A light rain was falling in the afternoon, just as most people were getting out of work and rushing home. Some carried umbrellas, some used newspapers to cover their heads and some just went without, hurrying for the shelter of awnings and subway stations.
It feels so familiar to watch them all rush by without a word. Nobody looks around... they're all in such a hurry to get where they're going that they don't even notice.
Their lives must be so busy... I wonder if I was like them?
Sissel was currently inhabiting a cardboard box full of discarded newspapers near a corner store. He'd been there for a few hours now, watching the people walking by and listening to the sound of water rushing through the gutters up above.
I guess I can't expect them to notice me now anyway, being a ghost and all.
I wish I could place this feeling. Being passed by and ignored... just sitting here, as much scenery as a box.
Though actually this box is... kind of nice. It feels almost cozy. It just feels right somehow. Like I was meant to sit in this box. And...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a metallic thud up above, where a three-foot section of the gutter had come loose. It tumbled down from its spot, bounced off the roof and headed directly for the sidewalk, and someone walking...
Uh oh!
Phasing out of time, Sissel jumped up from the box and traced a path to the hanging metal sign over the door to the shop. With as mighty a swing as he could muster, it popped up, knocking the gutter piece off to the side, where he tried to steer it in midair--
And it missed the pedestrian by less than an inch, hitting the sidewalk with a loud BANG.
Wow... Sissel mused, from inside the raingutter on the ground. Why do these things always seem to happen when I'm around?